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I’m not surprised he’s doing this, but I am surprised by his cock. So much so that I can’t stop staring at it.

It’s bobbing with every step, a thick vein running up one side. It’s huge, thick, and long. Bigger than mine. Thank fuck I decided to cover mine up. I’d be embarrassed by the difference.

“You do,” he says, throwing the sheet back and getting in beside me. “Want me to leave the sheet off so you can carry on staring?”

I huff in annoyance, my face burning as I drag my gaze away. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

He slides his hand under the pillow, the sheets sliding down his hips to his ass, exposing one that is most assuredly made from hours in the gym. I wonder if he tops or bottoms. Seems a shame if he doesn’t bottom, with an ass like that. Then again, the same could be said about him topping with that weapon between his legs.

Of course God gave with two hands when it came to designing Matthias Buckingham.

I jolt. Why the fuck am I thinking about Matthias and what he likes in bed? It has nothing to do with me. I don’t plan on ever finding out.

Matthias’s willpower about this whole monogamy bullshit won’t last as long as mine. I can promise you that.

Matthias shuts off the lights. “Go to sleep, Wy.”

My eyes stay completely open, not able to close. I don’t like him telling me what to do. It makes me furious.

Fury—an emotion other than fear and nothingness.

I realize the numbness is gone. I think it vanished the second Matthias slid that ring onto my finger.

Good.I’ll cling to that anger. I’ll make it my fucking comfort blanket if that’s what it takes to stop me from sliding back to that place. The place where nothing existed, other than Jackson’s survival.

With his care handled, I needed to find a new crutch, something to keep me going.

If anger is what I need, that’s fine. I’ve felt little else over the past twenty-four hours.

Given my current living situation, I can’t see it changing anytime soon.

My fingers curl into the bedsheets and I pull them up to my chin, turning on my side and dragging them with me. Matthias pulls back, trying to keep them on him, but I win. I always fucking win in the end. With a yank, I gather all the blankets and sheets to my side of the bed and cocoon myself in them, tucking them under my chin and around my naked skin.

Matthias is silent for a long moment, the only sound is the slide of his limbs against the bed.

And then a laugh, a low, deep thing that makes my warm skin break out in goosebumps.

“Well, played, Wy. Well played.”

And with that, it’s quiet once more.

I sleep fitfully, my dreams only of him.

I can’t escape him. I will never escape.

10

WYATT

I’m grumpy in the morning, my eyes bleary, my head in a fog. I blame Matthias. I might have hogged the covers and slept in a bed that was far too comfortable and probably far too expensive, but knowing he was next to me only made it terrible. I dozed more than I slept and I’m feeling it this morning.

Matthias didn’t seem to have the same problem, merrily snoozing away next to me as soon as he closed his eyes.

Dick.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Matthias says, bringing me a cup of coffee as I sit up in bed. I’m struggling and it doesn’t help that he’s calling me pet names.

“Get lost. I’m no one’s sunshine.”

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